Chapter 1094: A Fingernail's Worth of Spiritual Energy

In the principal's office, Principal Chen Tianxiang of No. 60 Middle School and Director Shi of the Teaching Department were also watching this battle that attracted the attention of the whole school. Xia Ming's identity as a member of the Ancient God Clan has always been a secret, but he did not expect it to be exposed in today's battle. Director Shi, on the other hand, saw Principal Chen's calm expression, and was more certain that this battle was deliberately allowed by Principal Chen.

As a descendant of the Ancient God Clan, Xia Ming naturally has a sense of superiority that is different from other students because of his natural advantages in spiritual roots. This sense of superiority is a double-edged sword. People with a sense of superiority will be more confident in their own style of doing things, but if they are overconfident, it is not confidence, it is arrogance.

"There is only one child of the Ancient God Clan in No. 60 Middle School, which is my test for him." Principal Chen said slowly. No. 60 Middle School had many out-of-school activities before, but because Xia Ming had signed an agreement with No. 60 Middle School, he could not reveal his identity as a member of the Ancient God Clan. Therefore, whether it was the previous exchange activities with No. 59 Middle School or the joint military training of the six schools, Xia Ming's performance did not enter the public's field of vision.

Principal Chen's original intention was to test Xia Ming's character and see how long he could hide his identity. Unexpectedly, he completely exposed himself in the second half of the first year of high school.

This result also made Principal Chen fall into a period of thinking. He believed that it was not something that ordinary people could do to hide their strength and live as an ordinary person. There are always things that go wrong in life. For example, this time, in order to compete with Wang Ling and win the attention of Sun Rong, Xia Ming, regardless of violating the confidentiality agreement, exposed his identity of the Ancient God Clan without authorization.

In Principal Chen's view, this is just a child's character after all.

Xia Ming's growth is far from enough.

No. 60 Middle School teaches and educates people, but in fact, Principal Chen is more concerned about the cultivation of character. As teachers, they can't just focus on students' grades. After all, they still have to guide students on the right path and cultivate them into people who are useful to society, grateful, and dedicated.

In comparison, Principal Chen is actually more satisfied with Wang Ling.

Although Wang Ling's grades have been mediocre since he entered the elite class, Wang Ling's mentality is obviously much better than Xia Ming's.

Normal students would be anxious if their grades were mediocre, but what about Wang Ling? He ate and drank as he should, and didn't take his mediocre grades seriously at all. He didn't even respond to the confession of Sun Rong, and now he came out to fight, which was just a helpless move to follow the trend!

As the mascot of No. 60 Middle School, Principal Chen felt that he had not made a mistake.

From the previous spiritual sword exchange meeting to the joint drill of the six schools, Wang Ling's performance seemed to be very outstanding.

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Now, the crowd in the field is divided into three factions.

The first faction, those who support Xia Ming, after Xia Ming exposed the identity of the descendants of the ancient god clan, they are more looking forward to Xia Ming's wonderful performance. Wang Ling's confession by Sun Rong was really too hateful, and many people below wanted Xia Ming to rush up and beat Wang Ling.

The second group is Wang Zhen, Gu Shunzhi, Liu Qingyi, Fang Xing and Zhen Yuan. They are of course firmly supporting Wang Ling in their hearts. At the same time, they also want to see how Wang Ling will face this boring battle. They don't care about winning or losing, but only care about what they can learn from Wang Ling.

The third group, of course, needs no further explanation. Although Wang Ling is usually withdrawn and unwilling to talk to others, he is not completely without friends. Chen Chao and Guo Erdan, the fighting power and appeal of these two people alone are enough to help Wang Ling win a large number of stable supporters. At least everyone in Class 3 of Senior One, where Wang Ling is hiding, supports Wang Ling! Even if they have objections to this matter, the students in the same class dare not express them. Because the study committee member Xiaohuasheng also supports Wang Ling, they are worried that if they openly sing the opposite tune, they may not have enough time to come to school in the morning to make up their homework and copy homework...

At this moment, Xia Ming felt that his spiritual root resonance had been formed, and the white spiritual energy torrent turned into thin threads and flowed all over his body.

It is really surprising that a person in the foundation building stage can have such a huge spiritual energy reserve.

However, this kind of spiritual energy reserve is child's play in Wang Ling's eyes.

In fact, every pore on Wang Ling's body is a small world, which can accumulate huge spiritual energy for his use. In addition to the pores, the same is true for every cell in the body.

There are about 80 trillion cells in the human body. Ignoring those cells that die every day due to metabolism, there are a total of 80 trillion small worlds in Wang Ling's body.

Not only that, even Wang Ling's fingernails store spiritual energy.

However, the spiritual energy in the fingernails is a backup, not as exaggerated as a small world. The spiritual energy of a fingernail is about the spiritual energy reserve of a spirit transformation stage.

Xia Ming now has not even reached a quarter of his fingernail spiritual energy.

What should I do? Should I die with Xia Ming?

While seeing Xia Ming's confident eyes, Wang Ling was secretly calculating in his heart. The only way he could think of was to tie with Xia Ming.

In this way, the situation might be able to calm down.

"Wang Ling, please teach me." At this time, Xia Ming, who had already accumulated enough strength, rushed forward. He opened his steps and shortened the distance between him and Wang Ling in just a few glances.

A fist blew towards Wang Ling's face. Feeling the wind pressure of the fist, Wang Ling's first reaction was not to take the punch, but to dodge it with his body skills.

Don't hit people in the face. Wang Ling believed that although his face was pinched, it was just like ordinary people, but Wang Ling had never experienced being hit in the face.

He was the only one who hit others.

On the other hand, Wang Ling was also considering Xia Ming's safety.

If the punch just now had hit him in the face accurately, even if Wang Ling intended to restrain his backlash, Xia Ming would have suffered a comminuted fracture at the lightest.

The scene of the shadow stream's red forged killer coming to the school to assassinate Sun Rong but failing, and being backlashed into a scum by himself is still vivid in his mind.

Now in the public eye, Wang Ling does not want this history to repeat itself.

Several consecutive punches, flowing like clouds and water.

"You can only dodge, Wang Ling!" Xia Ming made sarcastic remarks to Wang Ling intentionally or unintentionally while punching.

Although this kind of ridicule seemed like child's play to Wang Ling, it could not really anger him at all.

Xia Ming's physical test scores were also very high. He practiced the "Turbulent Water Fist", which had strong continuity and explosive power. It used both fists and legs, but because of excessive consumption, many people would feel exhausted at the end of the performance.

But Xia Ming was different. He had the spiritual root advantage of the descendants of the ancient god clan, and his endurance was guaranteed.

So this set of "Turbulent Water Fist" made Wang Ling feel a little difficult.

Every move was a mess. This person was really merciless...

Wang Ling still did not take action. He kept using his coquettish movement to avoid Xia Ming's boxing.

But this scene made Wang Zhen and others frown slightly.

This kind of dodge seemed meaningless, but for some reason, Wang Zhen always felt that Wang Ling was doing it on purpose, as if he was deliberately guiding Xia Ming's boxing.

As expected...

The next moment, Xia Ming's punch changed direction the moment it was thrown, and ended up hitting himself in the face...